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ou chose to not choose.
Perhaps for fear of choosing wrongly.
Amid the chaos that surrounded you, you stood near the dawn of your despair with your finger plugging the hole.
Your conscience was too great.
Your love, compassion, tenderness and care will live on and never be forgotten.
Were you not thwarted by the darkness that always lived nearby, your light would surely have been revealed.
How great you were to hold your own against the dark.
And now it is up to us to let you go.
To accept our lives as yours and in so doing become more of the things we wish we could have been to you.
Ellen Atkin
Feb. 1999
